Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ken Boothe to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.